It is the eve of BB turning 8 months and the realization that she is not a baby anymore is hitting me hard.

Tonight when I put her to bed I snuggled her just a little bit longer. I took her in for who she was right at this moment. I know when we wake up tomorrow something even if it is so small it will be different. This phenomenon happens every night.

I tend to drive D crazy because I take so many pictures but I am desperately trying to hang on to these feelings, the everyday feeling of overwhelming love for her.

It breaks me heart how big she is. (Don’t get me wrong now, I am so excited and happy she is growing and developing and I love where we are at right now, just does she have to do is so darn fast?) She doesn’t want to be cuddled until she falls asleep anymore, she is just fine if not better off when I place her in her crib snuggle her in and leave her be. She wants to be free to explore.

My heart is exploding with love and all I can do is cherish all the time I had and the few times I get to cuddle her and I love the knowing that there will still be times in the future they will just be different.